The train chugged slowly through the darkness, its hypnotic rhythm soothing my troubled heart. Leaning back against the cushions I blessed the chance that had given me a compartment to myself. I was in no fit state to have to … Continue reading →

My name is Miguel, and I was born in the town of Cumaná, on the northern coast of Venezuela, though I haven’t lived there all my life. In my youth I had the good fortune to be part of the … Continue reading →

I love the castle – I was born in the shelter of its mighty walls – and though I’ve travelled far and wide with my Lady, and seen the sea and the mountains from its topmost tower, I’ve no desire … Continue reading →

Stumbling out of the darkness of a stormy night at the end of two terrible days during which my boat, irresistibly swept out of its true course, had finally been flung by the breakers onto an unknown shore; a broken … Continue reading →

With extreme care the artist polished the last of the flight feathers on the outspread wing. His fingers trembled with exhaustion, his arms and hands ached, and his legs were like rubber beneath him. He’d hardly eaten or slept since … Continue reading →